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Unnecessary UST, and also jokes about dick-ogling.
My “out” document for TEF is very poorly organized. Then again, it's the file equivalent of a garbage can, so.
Here's an early pass on the part in the beach chapter right after he emerges from the water and right before Brick's fighter jet shows up. My beta suggested killing it as it was pretty much just an excuse for me to write Blossom and Brick sniping at each other some more and even she was getting sick of it. As always, she was right – I'm much happier with the version that wound up making it into the chapter.
***
“Brick!” Buttercup was waving at him. “Behind you!”
“Huh?” He then felt a decent wave crash into him; it caught him off guard and swept him to shore. Several high-pitched keening noises could be heard coming from the direction of the girls.
Well, most of the girls.
Blossom was standing to his right, about six feet away. “Did you seriously swim with that on?” she asked.
He stared at her for a moment, then looked down. “Um, you don't mean my trunks—”
“I mean your cap,” she said in a high, thin voice, indicating his head. Just behind Blossom, Brick could see Bubbles sidling into his frame of view, holding up an encouraging towel.
“Of course I did.”
Behind them, the other girls had appeared and were now struggling with Bubbles for a corner of the towel.
“Don't you ever take that thing off?” she said, curling her lip a little. “I mean, do you have any idea how many germs must be crawling in that thing?”
“It gets washed!” he snapped, offended.
“When? You mean when you shower?”
There was a yelp, and then Bubbles went crashing into Blossom, who lost her balance and hit the water face-first in a very dignified manner.
“Ha!” Brick couldn't help but snicker. “Sucks to be...”
He trailed off as Blossom rose out of the water, gasping for air and soaked through. “Bubbles!”
“Oh, the towel's all wet now,” Bubbles said sadly as she sat in the sand and the waves came up around her.
“Guess we'll just have to dry him off with our bodies,” Robin shrugged.
“What?” All the girls looked at her.
“Guess we'll just have to dry him off with another towel,” Robin repeated.
“No, I think you got it right the first time,” Buttercup said.
Bubbles turned. “Blossom? Do you need a towel?”
“Yes!” Blossom screeched, trying to wring out the excess water that had drenched her hoodie and skirt.
Buttercup frowned as she examined Brick. “Are you okay?”
“Do you need CPR?” Robin asked.
“Ghhhrfghlgh,” Brick managed, fixated on a dripping Blossom.
“You girls need to watch where you're going,” she muttered, turning to find herself suddenly surrounded by towel-laden boys. “Um...”
“Hello,” they said in unison (except for Butch, who cried despairingly, “Marry me!”).
The ever-thoughtful Bubbles smacked Brick in the chest, much to Boomer's dismay. “Brick, you'd better swallow before you drown.”
Brick obediently complied and took in a deep gulp of air. He paused.
***
CUE FIGHTER PILOT.
Here's an early pass on the part in the beach chapter right after he emerges from the water and right before Brick's fighter jet shows up. My beta suggested killing it as it was pretty much just an excuse for me to write Blossom and Brick sniping at each other some more and even she was getting sick of it. As always, she was right – I'm much happier with the version that wound up making it into the chapter.
***
“Brick!” Buttercup was waving at him. “Behind you!”
“Huh?” He then felt a decent wave crash into him; it caught him off guard and swept him to shore. Several high-pitched keening noises could be heard coming from the direction of the girls.
Well, most of the girls.
Blossom was standing to his right, about six feet away. “Did you seriously swim with that on?” she asked.
He stared at her for a moment, then looked down. “Um, you don't mean my trunks—”
“I mean your cap,” she said in a high, thin voice, indicating his head. Just behind Blossom, Brick could see Bubbles sidling into his frame of view, holding up an encouraging towel.
“Of course I did.”
Behind them, the other girls had appeared and were now struggling with Bubbles for a corner of the towel.
“Don't you ever take that thing off?” she said, curling her lip a little. “I mean, do you have any idea how many germs must be crawling in that thing?”
“It gets washed!” he snapped, offended.
“When? You mean when you shower?”
There was a yelp, and then Bubbles went crashing into Blossom, who lost her balance and hit the water face-first in a very dignified manner.
“Ha!” Brick couldn't help but snicker. “Sucks to be...”
He trailed off as Blossom rose out of the water, gasping for air and soaked through. “Bubbles!”
“Oh, the towel's all wet now,” Bubbles said sadly as she sat in the sand and the waves came up around her.
“Guess we'll just have to dry him off with our bodies,” Robin shrugged.
“What?” All the girls looked at her.
“Guess we'll just have to dry him off with another towel,” Robin repeated.
“No, I think you got it right the first time,” Buttercup said.
Bubbles turned. “Blossom? Do you need a towel?”
“Yes!” Blossom screeched, trying to wring out the excess water that had drenched her hoodie and skirt.
Buttercup frowned as she examined Brick. “Are you okay?”
“Do you need CPR?” Robin asked.
“Ghhhrfghlgh,” Brick managed, fixated on a dripping Blossom.
“You girls need to watch where you're going,” she muttered, turning to find herself suddenly surrounded by towel-laden boys. “Um...”
“Hello,” they said in unison (except for Butch, who cried despairingly, “Marry me!”).
The ever-thoughtful Bubbles smacked Brick in the chest, much to Boomer's dismay. “Brick, you'd better swallow before you drown.”
Brick obediently complied and took in a deep gulp of air. He paused.
***
CUE FIGHTER PILOT.
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